‘I have a nurse here ready to take care of him.’
The fact that Jasim was already thinking ahead to make childcare arrangements on Sami’s behalf totally unnerved Elinor and roused her protective instincts. ‘I wouldn’t want Sami to be with a stranger—’
‘Thanks to your selfishness, my entire family and I are strangers to Sami—are we all to be excluded from knowing him on that basis?’ Jasim slung at her with biting derision.
Elinor did not appreciate being called selfish and she flashed him an accusing look. ‘You’re the one who created this situation.’
‘How so? I made you my wife in good faith.’
‘I don’t accept that. I heard Yaminah talking,’ Elinor reminded him with spirit while she noted the black density of the eyelashes that enhanced his stunning dark golden eyes. ‘She got some nonsensical idea in her head that I was after her husband and that he was interested in me. Her suspicions were completely without foundation.’
‘When my late brother gave you a ring that was a family heirloom worth a fortune, he made his interest in you very clear,’Jasim condemned, a slight tremor rippling through
his lean, powerful frame as he recalled his repugnance at that more recent discovery. In his eyes that discovery had delivered a damning indictment of Elinor’s morals. Yaminah’s fear that she might lose her husband to the nanny had been soundly based in fact, for Murad would never have given a ring from the royal jewellery collection to a woman he only planned to have an affair with.
At his comeback, Elinor’s eyes had flown wide in dismay and she swallowed awkwardly. ‘How did you find out about that ring?’
‘How do you think I finally found you?’ Jasim demanded with a sardonic laugh. ‘The inside of the ring was stamped with symbols that marked its history and ownership. When you sold it—for a tithe of its true worth—it eventually passed into the hands of a jeweller who recognised its provenance and importance. He contacted our embassy to make discreet enquiries.’
Elinor was stunned that the diamond ring she had sold had ultimately led to her being tracked down. ‘Your brother did not give that ring to me personally. He gave it to my mother,’ she protested in a rush.
Jasim’s ebony brows pleated. ‘Your mother?’ he jibed.
‘When my mother was a student, Murad fell in love with her and asked her to marry him. Your father, however, wouldn’t allow it and they broke up. Your brother wouldn’t take the ring back.’
Jasim was still frowning, his incredulity palpable. ‘If you are telling me the truth, it is not a story that I have ever heard before—’
‘Probably because it happened over thirty years ago!’ Elinor interrupted without apology. ‘But the point is that it did happen and a couple of years ago, when he was revisiting his old college at Oxford, Murad decided to look my mother up again. He had heard that she had married a professor in the history faculty, but not that she had died several years ago.’
‘Naturally, I will check this extraordinary story out.’ But Jasim remained resolutely unimpressed by the past connection she was suddenly proclaiming between their families. It stuck him as fanciful and unlikely in the extreme.
‘Your brother simply turned up at my home and I had to tell him that my mother had passed away. He was very disappointed and sad and I asked him in. When he found out that I was a newly qualified nanny, he urged me to apply for the job of looking after his daughter.’
‘Why didn’t you share these facts with me before?’
Her gleaming green gaze narrowed, Elinor searched his darkly handsome features, absently admiring his classic bone structure. ‘Your brother asked me not to mention the connection to anyone in case it was misinterpreted. And when I met you I had no idea that you were suspicious of what my relationship with him might be. You did think he had some sort of inappropriate interest in me when you came to Woodrow, didn’t you?’
His brilliant eyes were level and unapologetic and his strong jaw line had an aggressive slant. ‘It was possible. In the past Murad had indulged in a series of extramarital diversions.’
‘Well, I wasn’t one of them!’ Elinor lifted her head high, defying his unimpressed appraisal. ‘For goodness’ sake, you know you were the first man I slept with!’
Jasim shifted a broad shoulder in a manner of dismissive assent that incensed her.
‘What the heck is it going to take for me to convince you that my dealings with your brother were entirely platonic?’ she threw at him furiously.
‘We are neither of us stupid. A clever ambitious woman would have been careful not to offer intimacy in advance of a more serious and profitable relationship,’ Jasim pointed out flatly.
That alternative interpretation of the facts was the last straw for Elinor’s temper. Focusing indignant emerald-green eyes on him, she snapped, ‘How dare you insinuate that I was some gold-digging schemer ready to break up another woman’s marriage? I hate you…I can’t wait until we get a divorce!’
‘You’ll have to wait a long time. I have no intention of giving you a divorce,’ Jasim informed her stonily. ‘I want you to live up to the promises you made when you went through that marriage ceremony with me.’
Elinor folded her arms in a sharply defensive movement. She was livid at the manner in which he was standing in judgement over her while refusing to believe her side of the story. ‘No way!’ she told him baldly.
Jasim lifted his imperious dark head high and rested his attention on the ripe curve of her soft pink lips. ‘I am prepared to stand by my promises and give you another chance.’
‘I don’t want another chance from you!’ she bawled at him, her pride bristling in revolt from that condescending offer. ‘Do I strike you as that much of a doormat?’
‘Sami needs both of us. He also needs to be living in Quaram where he can learn the language and culture of the people whom he will one day rule. That requirement is not negotiable,’ Jasim imparted with steely cool.